Butterfly Estate

My fiancé of three years, Julius, sold me. To a black market auction in Vegas. I was sold to another man for five million dollars. Julius was begging me. "I owe five million," he pleaded. "If I don't pay up, they're gonna dump me in the river." "You're a dead ringer for the Don of the Norling family's late wife. All you have to do is keep him happy, and my debt gets wiped clean." "Don't worry," he said. "When he gets tired of you, I won't think any less of you. We'll still get married." So they drugged me and delivered me to an estate that was all too familiar. But here’s what he didn't know. The Don of the Norling family would kill for his daughter. And I'm that daughter. The one he’s kept hidden all these years.

You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.

After ten years of pain, abuse and humiliation, Amara has finally left the Du Pleasant family estate with her twin brother. The only problem is that she is stuck competing for the attention of the Crown Prince of the Fafner Kingdom. Living within the highly guarded Royal Palace among other Noble Ladies that wish to become Queen, Amara does the bare minimum and bids her time until she is eliminated as a candidate. Sadly, everything she's not doing is the correct answer to each and every test that all Queeness' need to pass and remain in the competition. What will Amara do when she starts to feel the things for the Crown Prince after swearing off all forms of love? How can she make His Majesty lose interest in her when they keep crossing paths? And who is behind all of the sudden poisonings of the other candidates and their maids and guards?

Katerina Aguilar Romano, the sole heiress of Romano Real Estate is bound to be in a pragmatic marriage.  After learning that her parents are going to marry her off to a man she will never like, she decides to run away from home and hide. Damon Achilles Castellanos is a man born full of confidence and ego.  He is rich, handsome, and mysterious.  Women flock beneath his feet to beg for his affection. When he found out that Katerina ran away from him, he felt very insulted.  He thinks that the woman stepped on his ego.  Planning his revenge, he follows Katerina to her hiding place to carry out his plan—make her fall in love with him and leave her bleeding. Will Damon succeed in what he wants or will everything be a series of turned tables instead?  What if the simple fisherman that Katerina fell in love with is actually a cruel mafia boss?

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—and rewards with ruin. In this house, obedience is survival. But what happens when the bride stops playing by the rules?

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

I sold my body to save my sister. I didn’t know I sold my future to the man who ruined my family. The clinic promised anonymity. A contract. A womb. A clean escape. Three months later, Lorenzo De Luca walked into my apartment and proved that was a lie. He is cold, powerful, and untouchable, the billionaire heir who buried my father and shattered my life the man who now claims the child growing inside me as his legacy. He says I stole from him. I say he stole everything. Now I am trapped inside his estate, bound by a marriage contract written in fear, carrying an heir he refuses to let go. He calls it protection. I call it a cage. But hatred is dangerous when it burns this close to desire. Because blood debts don’t fade And this one might cost us both our souls.

He forgot their vows. She remembers every lie. After a brutal accident leaves Callum Thorne with no memory of his wife, Iris is forced to fight for a love that only she remembers. Trapped in the Thorne family estate, surrounded by people who want her gone, Iris is determined to win back the man she married—even if he’s no longer the man he was. But when fragments of the past start to resurface, Callum begins to suspect his accident wasn’t so accidental. The more he uncovers, the more he questions everything—especially the woman he’s drawn to but can’t trust. In a world of wealth, control, and buried secrets, love isn’t safe. And the truth might cost them both more than their marriage. Vows He Doesn’t Remember is a dark, gripping romance about memory, manipulation, and the fight to reclaim what’s real—before it's too late.

[MATURE CONTENT R-18] Two cousins. An enormous inheritance. Two conditions. And a six-month deadline. Declan Laxamana, a self made billionaire at the age of twenty-seven, encountered a predicament regarding his grandfather’s last will. Don Carlos Laxamana, the patriarch of the Laxamana Real Estate Companies, passed away with a ridiculous conditions on his will that Declan, and his cousin Crem Laxamana has to abide before they could get their hands on the enormous inheritance the late Don left. Declan has no desire with his grandfather’s fortune as he has made his own name in the business industry and is a billionaire himself, but a property verbally given to him by Don Carlos Laxamana is at stake. Secret Cliente Resort, a private island in Batanes that Declan developed and is famous among the business elite might fall in the hands of Hideo Laxamana, the adopted grandson of the late Don Carlos, along with his position as COO if the conditions of the will are not met. What is he willing to do for the inheritance that is rightfully his?

Three years ago, Maya felt something she shouldn't have for Derek Hayes. He's her best friend's father. Eighteen years older. Completely forbidden. She's avoided him ever since. But when Sophie invites Maya to spend Christmas at Derek's Colorado estate, two weeks of forced proximity ignite everything they've both been fighting. Secret glances become stolen kisses. Innocent touches turn into something neither can resist. They tell themselves they'll end it before Sophie finds out. But some loves refuse to stay hidden. When their secret is exposed, Derek loses his daughter. Maya loses her best friend. And both face an impossible question: is love worth the destruction it causes? A forbidden Christmas romance about the space between right and wrong, where the heart wants what it shouldn't have and family is both the greatest gift and the highest cost.